We Are The Underground!

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In Between Hangovers is seeking well crafted poems. 6 Max to inbetweenhangovers@yahoo.com No previously published and no simultaneous submissions. Include photo and SHORT bio. Expect a timely response. Work published on a rolling basis. -Tasha

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slip me down, under the skin; hold me back; tempt me out of our auburn
gourd and guerra my guerrilla whose mont and mount and weight shall
burn us through still yet; my love; the sirens make the rafts glow;
and you; they’ll do more yet; things we haven’t seen and cannot yet
imagine but we will:

I’ve seen you, strident over the storm, whose auburn and black glare
sears the night; storming over me too:

Lurch with glee; but still dismount; the terra I spent you gained; and
over everything the radiance of your glare:

Rock slow for me; it’s coming; all of our dreams; and like dreams,
they will be terrifying:

Each sceptered shaft of their weight full spent and towering over us,
our servants:

Clasp them now; test their heft; risk the gravity of their spoon and
sable scarf my dear; it’s only you

and what you’re becoming

this raft of kelp

now headed into the sun

Robin Wyatt Dunn lives in Los Angeles. In this picture he is holding his tiny chapbook MARY, from Rinky Dink Press.